Futaba-kun change! (Spoilers)

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Has any scene in any TG media ever so perfectly captured the core of gender fluidity like the transformation scene in Issue 1 of Futaba-kun change?  Futaba, a young man who has just noticed girls and become “fascinated” with their bodies, sneaks into a bathroom stall at school with a porno magazine.

For the first time, he looks at a beautiful woman’s naked body, and his brain lights up.  He imagines the naked body of the girl he has a crush on, and gets more and more excited until– he suddenly passes out!  When he wakes up, he feels strange, pulls open his shift and stares in the mirror at his breasts, and the pretty face of the girl he has become, shouting, “What the hell?”

Three boys enter the bathroom.  They see Futaba standing there, nearly naked, and immediately they charge toward the shy new female in an aggressive, threatening manner.   He can’t believe it.  He is a woman, and men want his body!

Futaba.  Oh, Futaba!

That scene, where Futaba looks at the beautiful woman, wants her and then becomes her, perfectly captured my own murky dreams and fantasies.  From the time I started to awaken, I always wanted both.  I would look at pictures of beautiful girls, fascinated by the shapes of their bodies, and I would desire them and desire to be them.  So often my dreams went that way, oftentimes starting off fairly mundane, thinking about some cheerleader in her little pleated skirt, and then somehow we would switch places, and I would be her, and then we’d switch back, or we wouldn’t.

A woman in a writer’s group critiqued one of my stories– this was an attempt at a mainstream, non-TG story– she said my male character wasn’t realistic.  “Men fantasize about bodies,” she said.  “Women narratives.”  She explained the theory, which I have since seen elsewhere, suggesting that men catalog and dissect- check out those legs, that ass, those tits.

Women fantasize in terms of narratives, that is meeting some guy who sweeps them off their feet and takes them to Italy for a whirlwind romance.

Well, guess what?  I always fantasized about both, and I think more men do than the theory realizes.   Back in the day, Playboy used to feature little interviews with the girls with questions about their hobbies.  What was that but back story to go with the body?

In any case, I always fantasized about both.  I thought about bodies, and I thought about those bodies in stories, about people in stories, and always and forever my characters were always switching, changing, morphing, turning into each other or into versions of their own fantasy women and men.  For me, what Futaba experienced is perfectly normal, at least in terms of psychology.   To both desire the female body and to want to experience what it would be like to be desired always merged in my mind.

I think Freud said somewhere that we long to become the things we desire, which in turn inspired Roth’s novel in which a college professor is transformed into a giant female breast.  That can talk.

If you don’t know Futaba-Kun, check it out.  It’s a TG comic for grown-ups and deals with a lot more adult issues than, say, Ranma 1/2.   Some of the book certainly falls into the “let’s see a guy deal with the crap girls deal with everyday” world, but much more the book explores and challenges the notion that male or female is inherently better, and follows a character along as he explores life as both a female and a male and comes to understand himself in the process.

English ebook here!

TG in 3D: Alien Worlds (spoilers)

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Is what’s inside the true measure of a man?

Brick, a chauvinistic alpha male, asks this question just before revealing his new, pin-up girl body, with huge, gravity defying breasts, to his girlfriend, Connie.  And it is a first rate pin-up girl body, drawn by one of the masters of the form, Art Adams.  And those breasts are in 3-D, thrusting right off the page and right at the reader.

The girl he’d become– one of the most erotic images I had ever seen– a true fantasy girl in every way– blew my mind.  If you have seen Art Adam’s work, you know he loves the female form, and he draws erotic, idealized visions of femininity that surpass anything you will ever see in the real world.  The man who now found himself with those full, firm breasts and those slender, round arms was a tough, domineering, strong man who was all about the macho lifestyle, and now here he was in a physical form that embodied everything he had felt superior to before his change.

I think this was the first time I had seen a TG comic with nudity, a man as a bare-breasted woman, and that was part of the allure as well.   There he stood before the woman who loved him, now prettier and more generously endowed than she was.  I imagined the shame, the humiliation, the despair he must have felt to have his women see him as a female for the first time.

So, back to the question: Is what’s inside the true measure of a man?

The comic answers in a single panel as we see Brick, the former alpha male, wearing a pair of Daisy Dukes and cleaning laundry in a pond.  Connie, returning from a successful hunting trip, a rifle in one hand, calls out, “Better Hurry Up, Hun.”

“Yes, dear,”  Brick answers.  “Whatever you say, dear.”

The alpha male, now the prettier, curvier of the two, has become the fem in the relationship, and his formerly girly-girly girlfriend has become the dominant partner.  She has the rifle, she does the hunting.  He is in the traditional role of the wife.  The man with the bigger breasts has become the woman.  What’s inside has changed to match his new shape.

It may have been my juvenile state at the time, or maybe it is my still juvenile state as of today, but those breasts haunted me, the idea that those amazing breasts belonged to a man, and what it seemed like they had done to him.  I just felt like having those big, perfect breasts had stripped away his manhood, though I now would have to think there were other parts of his body that he lost that would have had an equal or bigger impact.  In any case, it seemed to me that it was the body that changed him.

In my own writings that have featured characters like Brick I have played with a different idea, though, than merely the idea that a perfect, sexy little pin-up girl body would turn a chauvinist into a pin-up girl personality.  My feeling has been that a chauvinist could become the victim of his own biases, and that he would turn himself into a submissive female, giggling and pleasing and all those things because he would believe that was all he could be given his new sex and shape. Perhaps it would not be a case of biology is destiny, but bias is destiny.

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